...It was mid-June, and I was laying down watching the clouds go by. The air was warm and smelled of ripe raspberries. While a deer and her speckled fawn were grazing on the green grass in the field, and in the background I could hear the creek slowly running. I was just laying there thinking about what I would do later that day. I found that weird because I’m always busy because Gram says I am the hardest working girl in all of Sante Fe. But I could take a day off any time. So I decided that I was going to pick the ripe raspberries at Gram’s house. Then the strangest thing happened, the strangest thing that had ever happened to Orange Hill. What happened you're wondering? Well, an orange portal appeared out of nowhere, smelling of freshly peeled...
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...The focus of this report is a book by American author Maggie Stiefvater called The Raven Boys. This is the first book out of four books in a series titled The Raven Cycle. The Raven Boys was published September 18, 2013 by Scholastic Press. This book is an young adult fantasy novel, and it has won many Literary Awards. It is about a girl who’s somewhat simple everyday life, is into something completely different. The Raven Boys focuses on a teenage girl named Blue Sargent. Ever since she was a kid, she had been told by her mother and her psychic aunts, who lived in her house with her, that if she ever kisses her true love, he would die. On one special day of every year, her mother and her aunts go to church to help the spirits, who belong people...
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...Colin almost dropped the groceries he was carrying when he saw the state of the yard. Holes of various sizes were scattered about the grassy expanse. As he looked over the ruined earth, he decided there was only one probable culprit. “Enzo,” he called. “What did you do out here?” When he received no answer, Colin trudged into the house in search of his friend. “Enzo?” he enquired again. “Bro, keep it down,” a harsh whisper sounded from behind the couch. “It’s gonna hear you.” “What is? And why are you back there?” Colin asked, kneeling down and peering inquisitively at his friend. “The thing’s possessed, Colin,” Enzo insisted, blinking up at his best friend. “It almost took my head off.” “What’s possessed? Why aren’t you answering my...
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...My grandparents, who I call my Meme and Popop, were together since middle school but have known each other since they were three. They both grew up in a small town called Maybrook in the Hudson Valley. My Meme can literally brighten up any room she walks in with a smile. She is a 5’1, feisty little Italian women who can cook better than anyone I know. She grew up with five sisters, so all she ever preached to my sister and me was “how important family is”, words I will never forget. My Popop is one great man with a heart of gold. He is 6’2 and constantly smiling or laughing about something. He can take any negative idea you throw at him and make it into something positive. That’s just the type of man he was. One look into his big blue eyes and you could tell he was a wise, humble man who loved his family dearly. One of the cutest things was seeing my Meme and Popop hold hands. Such opposites yet they’re so perfect for each other. Popop once told me he was never allowed to take my Meme out on dates until she was 18 years old and with her father’s permission and approval only. They used to sneak out at night to see each other. It is crazy how different things are nowadays. Respect used to be expected and always given; now it’s a whole different story. My Meme’s whole life has been dedicated to her husband and children. Her life literally revolved around cooking for her “Yorkie” (the nickname she gave my Popop). Every Thursday I would go there for spaghetti and meatballs...
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...Hunting Dogs Charging into the cattails, my golden Labrador retriever flushes a huge male pheasant. My dad pulls the trigger, the pheasant is hit, but it is still flying. I tuck my shotgun in, and BOOM! The rooster is falling to the ground. My two dogs a English setter and a Labrador Retriever, takes off towards the spot where they saw the big bird go down. After a couple of minutes of sweeping the area, looking for the pheasant, we couldn't find it, so we moved on. Later that day, as my dad and I were walking in the field, our English setter froze up on point. Both my dad and I walk up to break the point when three Hungarian partridges break I pull up and get one and so does my dad. The night is a fun one, because we eat the two birds and my dad tells stories about his hunting trips. Read on for even more of those stories. The Labrador retriever is one of the most family friendly dogs, I think. According to the American Kennel Club the Labrador retriever is owned by over a million people. "The best for any kind of shooting... generally black and no bigger than a pointer, very fine in legs, with short, smooth hair... extremely quick running, swimming, and fighting... and their sense of smell is hardly to be credited," noted British sportsman Colonel Hawker, referring to the Labrador retriever. The Labrador was originally bred in Canada in the 1800's and used for hunting waterfowl for the most part. With their big mouths, they can retrieve the biggest types...
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...all of these different looks one thing stays constant, she loves to coordinate. Many a time has the world been blessed to see a peach explosion walk out her door. Her blonde hair and blue eyes may make her “standard”, but it’s the person that makes them seem special. Her idiosyncrasies, the things that make her the crazy goofball she is, are too many to count. Whenever something hilarious is said, even if she’s the one that said it, she erupts into a laugh all her own. She throws her head back, her face turns beet red, and tears start forming in the inner corners of her eyes. To top it all off her fingers always find their way to her mouth so that it looks almost as if she is trying to eat them. Thins amazing laugh of hers is so contagious that everyone around her begins to laugh too, even if they didn’t hear what was said. Soon enough the entire room will be filled to the top with joyous laughter about something that she started laughing about that she more than likely said herself. Now a weird laugh isn’t really that weird. A weird tooth brush routine though is beyond strange. It starts out normal she brushes her teeth like everyone else, but after that is totally bizarre. It would frighten young children into not wanting to brush their teeth if they ever saw it. This may be too strange for literature itself. So after the brushing she rises off her toothbrush takes a towel to dry off her toothbrush then, to top it off , the strangest thing of all she pats the bristles of her...
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...way to work. The air was cold, unsympathetic and wet with rain. As I drove the thirty minute drive to my work, the wind seemed like it was going to blow my car off of the road. I had gotten little sleep the night before so the thought of going to worked pricked at my insides all day before finally leaving to go work the late shift. I knew it was just going to be one of those days. The days where it’s hard not to constantly glance at the clock. Where you hope for the best in customers but know that you’ll be experiencing the worst. That day though there was a chance occurrence. Something that might seem small to some, but to me, it meant a lot . Customer service, to me, is something that I for the most part, don’t particularly enjoy doing. Although in the past few years I have come to terms with the fact that as a student, having a job working with the general public while trying to get through school is unavoidable. Safeway was only the second largest corporation that I have worked for. In the past I had worked at Target, where I became so tired of dealing with angry customers that I began to hide from them. I’ve worked a lot of jobs, all of them completely different while at the same time they all had one thing in common, working with the general public. Throughout these experiences I felt that I had seen everything. The good, the bad, the ugly. The really ugly. But this job. This was something different. I had been working at Safeway for a little over a year at this point...
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...sound wave is. Boooom! As I got launched out of a Warehouse looking down at the street below me I thought to myself how did I end up in this position. Okay let me backtrack some for you my name is Dresden Myers I am 19 years old and I am a superhero...okay maybe not an official superhero but I'm working my way up. I am what is know as a epic. an epic is a person with supernatural abilities the power varies each epic has their own unique power for instance some can fly others have super strength and then there are some like me. There are differnt levels on how powerful an epic can be the leveles go up to level 10. I have a very special power I can project sound waves through my palms and depending on weather I'm listen to music with some really wicked bass I can crank up the tempo on those waves. It's not much but it's something and I plan on making a name for myself in this city. So my pal Rodney is also an epic but his power is really unique he can see all the wave links between all elctronical devices which makes it easy for him to gather information about gangs and their activity. tonight he had found something big the local gang of lower class epics had a cargo of drugs coming in and lots of them. The gang drug deal was happening in one of the wearhouses lower district of Chicago and I was also Informed that they had a level seven epic with them. I was only and level five epic but I figured I can pull my own weight. the only problem is I dont know this...
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...In The Yellow Wallpaper, John believes that the narrator is crazy, but she believes that the only thing that could make her happy is something different and exciting. “It is the strangest yellow, that Wallpaper! It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw- not beautiful ones like buttercups, but old foul, bad yellow things.” (Mays The Yellow Wallpaper) The narrator is so obsessed with the wallpaper that it is driving her crazy. “[John] does not wish to cater to her growing obsession with the yellow wallpaper.” (The Yellow Wallpaper) She has asked John if they could leave many times, but he will not let her. John believes it is best if she stay at this house and inside where she can eat and get her rest. He believes that the writing was also affecting her, but it was making it easier for her to cope. John kept her in that house and in that room so long that she became crazy. His controlling manner of everything she did drove her insane, not the...
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...which makes it relatable to anybody. In the story, John who was a doctor, puts his wife into an isolation in their mansion that they go visit in the summertime. The explanation behind this repression is on account of what he feels it is to her greatest advantage to go on a rest cure. In Gilman's genuine circumstance, her specialist provided for her the same treatment. That solution and treatment she got, roused her to compose this story. In the story, the lady demonstrated and clarified a mental state in which Gilman felt it was like for women living around then. The narrator portrays the room that John's wife needed to stay in for the mid year by saying, "It is the strangest yellow, that wall-paper! It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw- not beautiful ones like buttercups, but old, foul, bad yellow things" (Gilman 12). From the start, John's wife thinks that the room is a nursery room on account of the torn wallpaper, scratched carpets, and banished windows. She then starts to understand that it once housed another lady that was additionally secured there without wanting to. Her perceptions may be an image for what was called "The Gilded Age" which also had book of the same title written by Mark Twain. Twain utilized The Gilded Age to portray how America appeared to have near perfect qualities from the outside, however was really a destitution filled place within. The quote "A woman's intuitionism better than a man's. Nobody knows anything, really, you know, and a...
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...Feeling as rough as wood as soft as down and as smooth as silk Feeling as fresh as a newborn as curious as a toddler and as wise as a shaman do you understand this feeling as old as the connection between woman and man Eve felt it in Adam's hands Cleo saw it in Marc Anthony's eyes I get it - everytime I think of you and I Feeling like volcanos creating new land like ocean water lapping up sand like a midsummers night breeze in leaves That feeling... Is.... elemental My love My love is too poetic to have thrown back in my face So take it and put it in the right place My love is too indulgent to be misplaced Be sure to know it when you’re in its grace My love is too potent to have it diluted Do mistake it for an mere unsubsequent pollinate My love is too bright to be dimmed by your light Yes you will be looking for it when it becomes night My love is too memorable so do not forget You have not even felt the full power of it yet My love is too valuable to be priced by you Can you see it through the glass you’re looking through? My love can not be boxed and tied with strings Only joy that comes with my love can I bring My love is too powerful to ever be taken for granted Do not look at it in disgust or sideways or slanted My love is too important to be told that...
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...John Rivers, he was struggling against a love for Rosamund Oliver. Jane describes St. John at this time, “I saw a glow rise to that master’s face. I saw his solemn eye melt with sudden fire, and flicker with resistless emotion. Flushed and kindled thus, he looked nearly as beautiful for a man as she for a woman. His chest heaved once, as if his large heart, weary of despotic constriction, had expanded, despite the will, and made a vigorous bound for the attainment of liberty.” (Brontë, 369). St. John Rivers suppresses his love and passionate attracting to Rosamund Oliver because he feels called to serve as a missionary. St. John feels that Rosamund would not serve as an acceptable missionary wife so he turns to Jane Eyre as a replacement (Gregor, 128). St. John Rivers symbolizes the icy religion that overcomes Jane. This form of religion is described using water: " the waters came into my soul; I sank in deep mire: I felt no standing; I came into deep waters; the floods overflowed me” (Brontë, 300). St. John's very nature is icy and cold. For example, Jane says the following statement about St. John, “… it is at all times difficult to break the ice of reserve glassing over such natures as his…” (Brontë, 357). He even tells Jane, “… I am—a cold hard man" (Brontë, 380). Jane’s reply is, "Whereas I am hot, and fire dissolves ice" (Brontë, 364). Jane protects her own flame of passion from the freezing heartlessness of St. John Rivers' "ice...
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...had just lifted. I found myself restless and lonely. I had left a long term relationship just before entering school. I had tried dating some, unsuccessfully. I had given up on finding a friend. When I least expected it the friend I wished for would enter my life. The friendship that would then develop between us was anything but ordinary. This friendship would turn out to be the biggest source of compassion and patience I had ever been afforded and it would also be most unconventional in all ways. He never gave up on me. Friendship, patience and love have the ability to heal a broken heart and save a lost and wandering soul. I had recently returned to New Mexico. It was the place I had grown up in. A couple of years after graduation I decided to leave the small towns of south eastern New Mexico and set out for Arizona. I spent the next fifteen years in the desert sun and heat. I had no intention of returning to New Mexico for anything other than a brief visit here and there. I sometimes say, “Too much planning is poor planning.” What I mean by this was that when plans were made and expectations were set and everyone involved just knows this is going to best the best, it inevitably would be a disaster. Everything that can go wrong will.The end result will most likely be a car full of participants riding in an uncomfortable and tense silence. Each will be more excited and ready to be delivered home than they were to take part in the “best thing ever!” I guess I should have not...
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...colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity -- but that would be asking too much of fate! Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it. Else, why should it be let so cheaply? And why have stood so long untenanted? John laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage. John is practical in the extreme. He has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition, and he scoffs openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures. John is a physician, and perhaps -- (I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind) -- perhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster. You see he does not believe I am sick! And what can one do? If a physician of high standing, and one's own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression -- a slight hysterical tendency -- what is one to do? My brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing. So I take phosphates or phosphites -whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to "work" until I am well again. Personally, I disagree with their ideas. Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good. But what is one to do? I did write for a while in spite...
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...no one comes to help him, Firebrace is the one who saves his life. At one point, he even goes out of his way to find Stephen when he is in trouble, “‘You mean he’s dead?’ ‘They didn’t take him to the clearing section. He must have had it...’ ‘Jack recovering from his fright climbed over the wall and went closer…” (Faulks, 181). Firebrace was the last person that Stephen would expect to come save him. When he does, despite the fact that Stephen was deemed dead, Stephen finds it in him to create a new resolve to never be so cold to anyone ever again. The people they meet not only provide them with a new outlook on people it also develops their characteristics and help them change. In Birdsong, Stephen meets Isabelle who helps give poor families food during a large strike at her family company. Stephen witnesses her go past her limits to help people in times of hardship. When confronted about her bold acts by her husband she compassionately says, “I...
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